So that’s it seven weeks of awe-inspiring sport is over – now what? Just the parade tomorrow and then London 2012 is no more. Sad really, but it will be even sadder if nothing comes from all that’s gone on. On a personal level I hope this is the year that kids learn there’s more to life than play stations and tellys and take up an outdoor activity or some form of sport – when you work in a school you realise just how little exercise some kids do. If we can’t inspire a generation after all that’s gone on then we never will!

Still Hubby and I continue to be inspired and set off on another off-road bike ride this morning, thankfully we didn’t get lost this week. But we didn’t do the planned route either – I forgot the map. Haw Park will have to wait for another day. It was good tell we were later out today due to the number of walkers or ‘path hoggers’ as I like to call them. They think they own the path – even the cycle ones. Mind you, they don’t move when I’m out running either – I don’t expect them to get off the path but do they really need to walk 4 abreast!!! Once we’d dodged the ‘path hoggers’ the horses got in the way – poor old Boris he does well to get me round the bumpy path without having to dodge the piles of horse shit. There’s all this to do about dog walkers scooping the poop yet horse riders can leave huge piles of smelly shit everywhere – Just saying!

So with the bikes away the conversation turned to the other ‘bike’ problem in the street – the ‘lady of the night’ type bike.The one we knew nothing about until Fridays local paper. Seemingly- if rumours are true- they only live four doors away. Brill – it’s bad enough that we’ve had to put up with the scummy drug dealers setting up camp in the cemeteryacross the road – I’m not kidding – now this. Thing is we live in a nice quiet street – most exciting thing that’s ever happened around here is Tesco’s sneakily taking over the local pub – mind you we didn’t notice that either! So now what? Do we stick up signs saying ‘Happy Hookers Out’ Stand outside shouting ‘we know what your doing’ or just hope and pray that the police sort it out sooner rather than later and hopefully before I have to explain to Jack that there is more than one type of ‘hooker’ in the world!

So that’s it – the Closing Ceremony is over (No Macca – wahoo) The flame has gone out, no more sitting glued to the T.V- so now what? Well first we’ve got to deal with the press post-mortem of what went wrong. To be honest they are going to have to dig deep to find much? I’ve been lucky enough to see some of the Olympics first hand. The Ladies Marathon, the Wendy-ball semi-finals at Old Trafford and we had a day at Hyde Park Live. I’ve no complaints about any of it. Despite all the doom and gloom forecast before hand, the whole thing was a fantastic , very well organised experience. So just what were the best bits……….

Well, on a personal level the day in London watching the Marathon was awesome. It was great to see what we miss when we run the London Marathon- I can’t believe how fast they go. The atmosphere was brilliant and the way people waited for the very last injured athlete to finish some 20 minutes after everyone else had done was respect for others at its very best. Then there was ‘that Saturday night’ who will ever forget it.

As a Mum, being able to share the Olympics with my son has been truly memorable. Granted, I’m not too chuffed with his new found love for beach Volleyball- maybe because it’s not the ball skills he’s interested in but we have watched sports together that we never normally would. Horses dancing – whatever next!! I’m not too sure what he thought to the female boxing we watched but he cheered as loudly as everyone else when Nicola Adams won the semi-final!!! We also saw the first ever female Saudi athlete compete that day- Hyde Park was on it’s feet as she finished a whole lap behind everyone else- hopefully come Rio there will be more Saudi women getting their chance.

The Olympics and the Jubilee seem to have made Britain great again- will it last, who knows but it will be sad if nothing comes from all that has gone on. So can we inspire a generation? Well we can if we are all prepared to do our bit- if we sit back and assume someone else will sort it, then it will never happen.